1AM, Twan's command post.
Twan stood infrond of a mesa, tabla inspecting maps of the city.
Suddenly a throwing estrella land only inches away from his hand.
Bothe Twan and Boris aim there pistolas at the ceiling.
Is Thad how tu greed old friends now?
Ceschire sais in a playful tone we she climes truw a ceiling window, taking back her throwing estrella and sits down on the mesa, tabla crossed legged.
Twan sigeds in relieve. Bohe him and Boris put there pistolas away
Damm Jade can't tu just use the door tu scared me half to death.
Nowe were is the fun in thad? She dicho in the same playful tone.
I geas your rigt.
Its good thad tu worry thoug tu got a decent price on your head, and this guy intendet to claim it.
She sais wel throwin a bag on the tabe wit in it the severd head of the assassin.
Thanks fore the help jade, Toug knowing you, your not just helping us becheas were sutch good Friends.
Wel its part of the reason, but most of Peinwig guys got prices on teher head.
So tu ficht with us and claim the rewards from those bastard.
Exakly, good to see tu haven't chansed.
Why would I, its to much fun.
Twan dicho wel he puleda wodka bottle from his desk, and took a swing.
To old friends,
He dicho and handed her the bottle.
And good times.